Leigh Davis

.. /\E's some function of (r), (he notes, to the fire)
and S he smiles at, looking up, soft..
at his own rate of interest every day has adventures
going on, shifts, with no fixed economy
(into the dangerous sea Te KOOTI threw his uncle like Jonah
and the danger dropped).. You've redded hair,
& how can you be so round? He circles down
over firesides like a harrier, ceaseless..
the folded scoresheet by the chair, cat
spread like a fed lioness, blue glossy,
twenty-five past ten.. You're warm.

(dark) over the rise, surprising, the yellow window
greets ('.. the light of the world', means
being clear & composed)